Maybe the purest sport of them all.
There’s no equipment and no balls
Just a will to win, yet love for those who’ve lost.
A battle in which the first team to finish, wins the meet.
Sweat filled runners labor up hills with eyes fixed on the peak.
Teams packing it together united in their quest for victory.
Long strides gliding downhill arms swinging as smooth as a gazelle.
Sprinting wildly towards the finish leaving nothing on the trail.
Looking back and reaching down to help another who ran so hard that they fell.
Wishing once and training hard to do it all another time.
Leaving all of the cares of the outside world a million miles behind.